Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews and follows. They mean a lot to me :) Here's the second chapter of Resentment (sorry it's sorta short), and I really hope you enjoy it.

P.S. I was thinking of doing a Lunar Chronicles fanfic. Whaddya say?

I hum as I walk into the press building. No one expected that I would go into the "newspaper business", as Caleb so bluntly puts it, but people have generally accepted it. I found that I have a knack for writing the facts, and I rather enjoy it. I write for the politics section, which means I frequently encounter Tobias along my line of work; sometimes at a hearing, sometimes at a meeting, sometimes other places. I'm always sure to check that he looks presentable enough (which, of course, he does).

I walk into the large gray building and past the receptionist's desk. I'm almost halfway down the hallway when the receptionist, Amelia, calls, "Oh, Mrs. Eaton?"

I pivot on my heel and turn back to her. "Yes?"

"There's a man waiting here for you in the lobby. He was just hired, and you were selected to show him around."

Sighing, I walk back into the lobby. So much work has to be done, yet I'm supposed to show a new guy around? But I plaster a - somewhat - pleasant smile onto my face and nod at the man as he stands up. He's older than me by twenty years at least; I can tell that by his graying hair. I've never seen him before, which is strange in Chicago, but something about the way he holds himself is vaguely familiar. His smile is wide, but his eyes are distant and cold. I suppress a shiver as I shake his hand.

"Hello, you must be Mrs. Eaton. My name is Mark Tanner," the man - Mark - says. Something about the way he says Eaton makes me want to narrow my eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tanner," I say, smiling warmly, but inside my insides are growing cold. I've heard that voice. I know it. But I just can't pinpoint where it's from...

"The pleasure's all mine."

I nod distractedly and beckon him to follow me toward the hallway.

"Now, Mr. Tanner, which section will you be working for?" My shoes clack on the tiled floor as we walk toward the elevator.

"I'll be training under you in politics. I hope to someday become editor."

I nearly stop in my tracks. I suddenly know where I've heard that voice, where I've seen those eyes. My heart plummets as realization crashes over me.

I am walking next to Tobias's father.

I am walking next to Marcus Eaton.